Now

I do not make hay 
In the meadow no more .
My health is my wealth these days .
I wish it was spring 
So the nights were not so long .
I do not let the sun 
Go down on my anger .
I always soften my heart 
At the end of each day .
I let my soul be my guide 
Before I go to sleep at night .
At my age now I have more resilience .
                                I Love You All
                                By Brock